. Romantic Germany. es of the Lange Markt, where I had dreamed ofFlorence; beyond them a long line of granaries gaveproof of the hidden Mottlau. Farther away, over asea of fantastic roofs, was St. Peters crenelatedtower, and beyond it the fields flowed on to the dis-tant spire of St. Alberts and rolled upward in gentleundulations to a ridge that swung westward, a back-ground for the picturesque Stock Tower. Everywhere was a crowd of entrancing old gablesinterspersed with the dusky red of well-weatheredtiles. Northward was spread a ruddy expanse ofchurch roofs, and behind them swung in noble cu
. Romantic Germany. es of the Lange Markt, where I had dreamed ofFlorence; beyond them a long line of granaries gaveproof of the hidden Mottlau. Farther away, over asea of fantastic roofs, was St. Peters crenelatedtower, and beyond it the fields flowed on to the dis-tant spire of St. Alberts and rolled upward in gentleundulations to a ridge that swung westward, a back-ground for the picturesque Stock Tower. Everywhere was a crowd of entrancing old gablesinterspersed with the dusky red of well-weatheredtiles. Northward was spread a ruddy expanse ofchurch roofs, and behind them swung in noble curvesthe final reaches of the Vistula, fresh from the landsof Krakow and Warsaw; while beyond the pinnaclesof the Church of St. Mary itself and the tranquil 38 DANZIG streets in its shadow, curving past romantic gate-towers and the woodbined walls of St. Johns, theMottlau wound to join the Vistula and seek theocean, whose breakers dashed a league away, amighty gulf of grayish blue, flecked by one immacu-late sail. 39. II BERLIN-THE CITY OF THEHOHENZOLLERNS ROM any account of the romantic citiesof Germany, Berlin must not be ex-cluded, if for no other reason than be-cause it is so unromantic. It is thepositive degree by which to gage such acomparative as Munich, such a superlative as Roth-enburg. It is the gray sky in which the rainbowgleams the fresher. And its own spot or two ofreal color breaks this background with a vividforce of contrast that may never be enjoyed in thecities of pure romance. The rare Berlin sun bathed Unter den Linden andwrought happy effects among the columns of theBrandenburg Gate, lovely in its Attic repose againstthe May foliage of the Tiergarten. In the guard-house on each hand the guard was undergoing in-spection. Each private came stiffly up to his officerand whirled stiffly about, to show that he was un- 40 BERLIN contaminated by the great, dirty human worldbeyond the pahngs. But just as a spot was foundon an unfortunate leg, a trumpet rang out from
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